I may have tricked myself

Isla

Now these are tells that Isla does recognise (and that says a lot about the sort of moods they'd been in for the vast majority of their time together), so as Sunjata slips his brooding around himself like a cloak, she's there to try and ease it off again. "I don't mind getting in close to you," she reminds him with a warm squeeze of his hand. "And the joke is on you, because you're the one stuck with me."

Finishing her refill - she doesn't take offence to being effectively cut off, because they both know it's for the best - Isla rises to her feet, stepping between Sunjata's knees where he's seated on the barstool and looping her arms around him. "If you're done with your rounds, let's go raid the pantry? I want peaches."

And it's Sunjata's fault, because that's what he smells like tonight. (To her, anyway).

passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in